Frustration = grrrr

Had one of those "days" today.

I was pissy and tired and grumpy and stressed and frustrated. And I'm worried about Mr Greenbacks (or rather, his rather conspicuous absence), despite having a number of pots bubbling -- figuratively -- on the stove.

In the grand scheme of things and on a macro scale, my day of grouchiness is nothing. I'm fully aware that I'm being petty, self-involved and petulant. But really, all I ask is for some love from the karma gods.

Instead, they will send it on to Jason Schwartzman -- who made this unexpectedly great album (his band is Coconut Records and I feel compelled to admit I love it)... because all cool indie film stars who are Coppolas should be loved and feted by the fates.

I'm starting to feel as though I've paid my dues. Or at least made a healthy deposit. Or something that warrants a cheque enabling me to make my student loan payments for the last two months.

In happier news, vast quantities of white wine seems to help.

"To alcohol - the cause of and solution to all of life's problems."